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I wrote this in less than eighteen minutes, a bit of a record, even for me and I wasn’t even sitting in a dentists waiting room. Most of my poetry occurs in waiting rooms — you can probably tell! I use the term poetry very loosely, it’s more a brain work out for the other stuff. I know, W.B would turn in his grave, but it’s never going to be something that I’ll do too seriously anyway, so does it count?

I think some things are just for fun. See below, the eighteen minute poem, as a result, ignore the obvious spelling/grammar problems!